Why is it that one still yearns for the past ? Is it because the past holds the the beauty and innocence that was an easy part of us ? Is it because sometimes the present is awful and unbearable enough for us to take some much needed comfort and strength from the past ? Is it because there was a sense of hope and faith in the hardest of the times, that is long gone now, replaced by cynicism and disillusionment, that is needed to survive and shield oneself from the world ?
All of us have a little bit of Jay Gatsby in us. Fitzgerald captured the true essence and allure of the past when he described Gatsby as someone who wanted to recreate his love for Daisy, a woman who no longer is the same girl who Gatsby idolized, worshiped and fell in love with.
"Can’t repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She’ll see." He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was."
All of us have a little bit of Jay Gatsby in us. Fitzgerald captured the true essence and allure of the past when he described Gatsby as someone who wanted to recreate his love for Daisy, a woman who no longer is the same girl who Gatsby idolized, worshiped and fell in love with.
"Can’t repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She’ll see." He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was."
